At hand awaited a brown bag. Within the brown bag Goba kept her sandwich. The brown bag sat ajar enough that the sandwich breathed. But the brown bag remained sealed enough that the sandwich ceased to breathe about mealtime. Goba finessed this balance very intentionally and quite exquisitely.

Then, finally: The lunch horn.

Goba fingered from the brown bag her sandwich. Goba gave her sandwich a haute leer.